Roisin Dubh (Dark Rose)

I always thought that love was blond
Until I saw the rare
And august evenings of her eyes
And nightfall of her hair.
All miles that ever found me far
From home when day is done
Lie now between my fifty-four
And her sweet twenty-one.

–1991

(“Roisin Dubh” appeared in the Fall 2002 issue of Atlanta Review, Atlanta GA.)

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Published on October 23, 2006 at 7:55 pm  Leave a Comment  

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